Chapter 1009: A Collision Between East and West
"Principal Huang, there are still an hour and forty minutes before the server is connected, and the advance fleet of the EU people has already crossed the Cape of Good Hope." A black coat with the rank of second lieutenant looked at a Fang Tian painting halberd standing behind Huang Laoxi.
People who are accustomed to naval warfare generally like light weapons such as scimitars, and of course it is not a macho man who is good at using battle axes, but this second lieutenant's Fang Tian painting halberd is really excessive, this thing is more than two meters long, weighs more than forty kilograms, the whole body is red, shimmering dark red in the sun, and it looks like a red jade from a distance.
But in the New Huaxia Army, especially under the banner of Huang Laoxi, the capable can naturally be treated specially, Xu Yichen was like this back then, others need to attend classes in the Loyal Heir Academy every day, training twelve hours a day, every day, all year round, only Xu Yichen can take a ride out of the Jixia School Palace after lunch every day to 'vacation'.
I don't know how many colleges envy their eyes red with this special treatment back then, but Huang Laoxie has already set the rules, and those who place first in the monthly comprehensive score can freely deal with the time after the afternoon.
But starting from the second place, the physical training was doubled, the better the results, the more severe the punishment, Huang Laoxie let the children of the Loyal Heir Academy fully understand that either they will fight for the first place or they will be nothing.
At the beginning, it was not that no one had won the second place a few times, but then he felt that he had no hope of winning the first place, so he began to hide his clumsiness to avoid punishment, and later these people were transferred from Xu Yichen's Loyal Heir Academy for various reasons.
They are not suitable for the profession of commissar and may shine in other positions, but here they are losers.
Long Ze, who was carrying Fang Tian's halberd, was Xu Yichen's classmate, the legendary second in ten thousand years, until Xu Yichen graduated from the Zhonghei Academy and entered the military academy ahead of schedule, he only won the first place for two years, but just like Huang Laoxie said before, the second place is meaningless, and this kind of first place is meaningless.
Xu Yichen's name and his record are like the sun of the Loyal Heir Academy, mocking the peers who are trying to catch up behind them all the time, they are laggards.
Thanks to the best medical technology in the New Huaxia Zhonghei Hospital, trainers, nutritionists, and the second long-aged Long Ze can't remember how many times he has been lying in the medical warehouse because of overdraft, and finally resurrected with full blood under the nourishment of the fortified nutrient solution.
Before receiving the strengthening surgery, Long Ze had already shown unusual attributes in terms of strength and endurance, and in the game, Long Ze also received amazing rewards, with 14 points of initial strength, 15 points of physique, and 12 points of dexterity.
Counting the messy attribute bonuses, Long Ze felt as if he had changed his name to Long Aotian at the beginning of the game, and there was no enemy under him.
"After a while, you and Xiao Xu will fight again, and see whose progress is greater, the second in ten thousand years, the second in ten thousand years, and I'll see if you have a day to turn over." Huang Laoxie remembered his proud protégé who traveled far away, and a few red flashes flashed in his mechanical eyes.
"Forget it, my senior brother entered the game more than three years later than me, I'm afraid he is a lot behind in level, and he can't do it." Long Ze shook his head: "If you want to fight, you still have a chance to fight in reality!" ”
"The last few enhancement surgeries you've undergone are all leftovers from his play, and in reality, I'm afraid he'll kill you if he misses." Huang Laoxi's words violated a lot of rules, but this old guy had already seen some clues in the game, coupled with the rumors he heard in the army, although he couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture, but a corner of the real world has been opened.
"Nian Zai Senior Brother and I are far away, and it is difficult to meet each other, otherwise let's play a few games in the game, I will spare some strength, it is still understandable compared to Senior Brother! Ha ha! Long Ze's face did not change, and his heart changed without beating, and he actually learned Huang Laoxi's shameless appearance thoroughly.
"It's been more than four years in this game, and the EU people have almost forgotten their fears back then." Huang Laoxie stood on the deck of the giant ship, the port of Maputo, the largest port city in Mozambique, and one of the few lands in the Black Earth that had been completely recovered by African players.
The true masters of the Black Lands are the Dreadnoir, a true empire of the undead, who ruled the land long before the rise of the Elves.
The Death-Fears are centered on the pyramids, distributed in various locations in the black earth, and sleep most of the time, which gives the creatures of the black earth a chance to breathe.
Once they awaken themselves or are woken up by someone, all living beings around them are cleared, and the Dreads will bring the bodies of the dead back to the pyramid to become secondary Dreads to use as cannon fodder.
With the increasing range of human activities and the large population in the past millennium, a large number of human skeleton fears have become the mainstream among the fears of death.
Fortunately, Chaos is also among the targets of the Death-Dread, and even they are particularly sensitive to the fluctuations of Chaos, and Afrikan players have repeatedly borrowed this trait from the Dread to ambush Chaos, and of course, Afrikan players have also used Chaos to clear Dreadless strongholds.
It can be said that Mozambique's establishment of fear and chaos contributed to it.
The port of Maputo is the largest port in Mozambique and the port where loess has invested the most in the black soil, at a time when more than 400 warships of various types are cruising offshore, docking in batches in the port of Maputo.
Most of this fleet is composed of Daybreak-class warships, and the fleet led by Huang Laoxie is like a ragtag army.
Huang Laoxie had a total of thirty-four ships, and there were thirteen ship types of different sizes in these thirty-four ships, almost all the main warships of various empires and principalities in the old continent.
But Huang Laoxi's fleet was the first to enter the port to receive supplies, not only because their fleet commander was an extremely difficult political commissar, but also because of their terrible achievements.
They burned, killed and plundered in the Old World, whether it was the navy of the principality, the castle of the nobles, or the temple of the church, there was nothing they did not dare to plunder; In the endless sea, Huang Laoxie even led a large group of desperate pirates and players to attack the battleship of the Church of the Lord of the Storm, although there was not one in ten battleships he brought in that battle, but this was definitely a sensational big news, like a resounding slap in the face of the Lord of the Storm.
Of course, the consequence is that Huang Laoxie now has six or seven divine power marks on his body, and once he appears within the Old Continent, more than four Legendary Paladins or other Legendary Divine Dependents will blow his dog's head.
They had fled from the Old World, and they fled in such a hurry that even the fish in the sea wanted to dig a hole in the bottom of their boat.
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